I LEARN MY NEIGHBOR’S PROFESSION
Isn't it better to leave things as they are? The police don't suspect Ralph in the least, remember. They're working on quite another tack."
"But that's just it," cried the girl. "They do suspect him. A man from Cranchester turned up this morning—Inspector Raglan, a horrid, weaselly little man. I found he had been to the Three Boars this morning before me. They told me all about his having been there, and the questions he had asked. He must think Ralph did it."
"That's a change of mind from last night, if so," I said slowly. "He doesn't believe in Davis's theory that it was Parker then?"
"Parker indeed," said my sister, and snorted.
Flora came forward and laid her hand on my arm.
"Oh! Dr. Sheppard, let us go at once to this M. Poirot. He will find out the truth."
"My dear Flora," I said gently, laying my hand on hers. "Are you quite sure it is the truth we want?"
She looked at me, nodding her head gravely.
"You're not sure," she said. "I am. I know Ralph better than you do."
"Of course he didn't do it," said Caroline, who had been keeping silent with great difficulty. '"Ralph may be extravagant, but he's a dear boy, and has the nicest manners."
I wanted to tell Caroline that large numbers of murderers have had nice manners, but the presence of Flora restrained me. Since the girl was determined, I was forced to give in to her and we started at once, getting away before my sister was able to fire off any more pro-
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